"trey" poems
I want to love you.
I want to give you the world,
But when I took my shot
You said "airball."
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
You're beautiful on the out and you're
Beautiful on the in
Beautiful
Like a sun kissed beach in the dead of winter,
Like a leech
I will shed you of your skin and **** you down to the ocean and encourage you to swim
Dive in.
Like Trey Songz, but you're sexier.
The *** will be messier
-because I'm so attracted to you
Linguistically attached to you-
Borderline infatuated
Suspended in poetic serenity.
I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
I want to worship you in places that God would surely tell me were unholy and forever-more my temple will be barricaded with sin
And I'll tell God,
Tonight, I am not Christian.
Tonight, I want to make devilishly passionate love to you
Tonight
You will feel my lips against your skin.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
CJ attack you from the metronome
Catch you in your groove home alone
Blowin wit the chrome
Im blowin to the bone
My title be known.. cannibal.. dynamical maestro
Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers
Seconds minutes led the hour.. wein the power
Spittin bibles..the sunshower.. the wise out on the scene
They think we forget the dream
My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
Pastors saying can you and your crew.. oooh stand the rain
Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
Deeper than.. Sum chosen others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
Keep em drinkin Benjin
Like some chicken heads on the ground
Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
Me and my clique sharpen the sound
Infiltrate the town
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC
I can't sing
I don't dance
But I can make these words
Prance across this page
And soothe you with melodious rhymes of my life at a glance.
I'll never be Trey
but I can write poems into Songz
I'm not soulful like Gladys
But I write these poem to be someone's shining Knight
I'm a spur of the moment poet
Nothing more and probably less
I'll never be the greatest
But I'm glad I got these words off my chest.
I can float like a butterfly
And sting like a bee
But growing up I realized
I'm kinda good looking
So fighting really wasn't for me.
I'm 6 foot 3
Can dunk and dribble a ball
But I have a bad knee
So I'm just another guy that's tall.
So for now your stuck with my poems
At least until I find something better to do
But I have to stop somewhere
So I'll end it with this.
I think you're all way better poets than me
But I won't give up til you all
Know I Exist
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
One eyed Doug is dead,
Mario told Trey
at the foot of the trail
where they caught each other
sneaking up to the old civil war fort.
they walked up together
where the trees made it
seem later in the day,
catching the stride
through the deep shadows to the top.
They heard the fire
cracking and voices stirring the embers,
stirring all the Coyote and Deer
to the outskirts, away from
Justin and Nick, resting at home,
Sitting with newly lit eyes
Glazed against the giant logs
Lava-tinged
Gargoyle’s roasting
slowly in the fire
Mario lifts the log
where Doug always sat, that somehow
never got burned.
He lifts it high,
like a ghost
they see in the slant
of the train bridge walls.
Shoves it hard
breaking open new fires
breaking apart
the civil war owl
rising up from the ashes
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
A Grande Iced coffee sweetened with whole milk always
supplied Trey, the Zombie, with energy. On a bright yellow morning
Trey sat down on a canvass deck chair outside of Starbucks.
He puffed on his e-cigarette. Then he took a sip from his plastic cup.
And as he tasted the refreshing creamy coffee, he remembered
what it was like to be a human being. Before the infection decimated
the world’s population of men, women, and children, everybody
was killing each other with double barreled shotguns, sleeping
with their best friend’s girlfriend to prove that they were not
in love with their best friend, forcing girls and women of all
ages into cramped basements leaving them with a bowl of
white rice and a cup of water, telling them that they had to sleep
with strange men who lived in America and other countries polluted
with lust and desire, or else they would get sent to the bottom
of a swamp where the Alligators roamed the muddy shores in
search of flesh. Trey remembered that he had been a college student
living at home, working as a tennis instructor part time at the
rec center down the street from where he resided at.
This little girl Amy bit him on the ankle. It was the first time
he had taught her how to hit a topspin serve with such
velocity that the tennis ball would bounce off the service box
and rise over the chain-linked fence, where the zombies were, crawling
over and up onto the hard courts. As Trey drank his iced coffee
he realized that life was more pleasant now. People didn’t shoot each
other anymore. Closeted gays and lesbians didn’t sleep with their best friend’s boyfriends and girlfriends just to prove that they were heterosexuals. And wicked men with shaggy hair and yellow teeth didn’t buy young girls and women from cramped basements and **** them because they had the money and the motivation to follow their lustful desires. No. None of this happened anymore. Now that the Zombies had taken over. Everybody just went to Starbucks, and drank iced coffees sweetened with milk.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
I'm missing the smell of sunscreen splattered in white blotches across my wind chapped cheeks, that will soon blend in with the snow
I'm missing the three layers of socks I yank on and stuffing my boots with shakeable hand warmers because my toes always freeze
I miss the sound of heel toe heel toe heel toe as the hard plastic boots click against grated metal stairs down to the buses
I miss the smell of hot chocolate and barbecue in the air and snow flurries tenderly kiss my face floating downwards
I miss the sound of the chair lifts thud thud thud and clicking my skis together to shake off the fresh powder that has accumulated
I miss the sound of my poles hitting each other accidentally, and the dots they make in fresh champagne powder between the glades
I miss the feeling of relief when I ski into the four points lodge by sunshine peak and grab a cafeteria trey and get my usual macaroni and cheese
I miss the feeling of watching snow flurries melt as they land inside my hot chocolate that tastes cheap and watery but so warm
I miss singing songs on the lifts, especially the quads, and deciding which runs to do next, black blue or green?
I miss saying mountain words like "elk head, jackrabbit, slopes, hockey stop, sunshine express, morningside, storm peak, thunder- head" the list goes on
I miss feeling completely at home in a helmet, huge goggles, fleece chilis and a ski jumper
I miss Steamboat, I miss skiing, I can't wait for this year.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Bias and fairness cannot coexist.... There is a presumption that bias is bad and that is a presumption we should accept in nearly every single facet of life. - Trey Gowdy, June 20, 2018
My article may be found here:
https://www.newrightnetwork.com/2018/08/peter-strzok-fired.html
Please copy and paste into your browser to read. Any review or commentary will be appreciated. Thank you.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
It was June 19th 2013, Tia and Jay just finished their freshman year of high school. Summer was starting and the sun was bursting flare heat into the school. Jay and Tia met a while back in the beginning of school. Bio is when they set it off. “So what are you doing for the summer” Jay asks, “Nothing much, I may juts chill this summer” Tia replies. “Well do you want to go to a water park with me?” Jay says in a nervous tone, “Sure.” They hold hands and walk to his locker. Tia sees Drew at his locker taking out all his junk from August. “Drew what’s all this garbage?” Tia says with a disgust look on her face. Jay replies before drew, “It’s probably just a bunch of game cards lol.” Drew is Tia’s best friend. They met earlier in the school year (English). Drew just gives Jay the look of an annoyed person and gets back to his work. “So Drew wana come to the water park with me and Jay this summer?” Tia says, “I’ll see, I’ll have to ask my mom” Drew says in concern.
After going to everyone’s locker saying the good o’l goodbyes and hugs, Drew, Jay, and Tia walk outside. They meet up with other friends. Trey, he’s the sarcastic funny, smart, out pointer of one of the friends and he always has to carry his art journal. Then theres Boe, he’s just the one they call “old guy” with his fedoras and old fashion coats, always in style. And last but not least Lula, she’s more of quiet and deep dark person. She doesn’t show a lot of emotions like the others. They all meet up with each other in front of the school. “Does any of you guys wana hit the water park this summer?” Jay says. Tia tugs on Jay’s shirt and pulls herself close to his ear and whispers, “You know we can’t invite everyone, that’s too much!?!?,” Jay just looks at her in confusion and tells everyone never mind. “What’s up with you?” Jay and Drew ask. Tia replies in a quite low but annoyed voice, “It’s just” She stops then replies again, “Nothing.” She hugs Drew and kisses Jay and goes on the bus. “She’s hiding something from us” Jay says in a tone of suspicious. “No she’s just being herself” Drew replies and hits Jay on the head with his lunch bag.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
I was going to write the story of us as a gift, but I've decided against it. Now, I am writing you this letter. This letter will express everything I've failed to tell you with my mouth.
I still remember the first time I saw you. My friends and I were in Bath and Body Works, killing time before the movie when they say, "hey Tae is here." I turn around and see the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on. You were wearing glasses and a light brown shirt with dark jeans and sneakers. I remember feeling my face flush when I saw you. Who knew that this moment would have changed my life?
One of my favorite moments between us was before we even started dating. I was scared and upset and called you in a panic. Do you remember what you did? Is there anyway you could have forgotten? You sang me "You're My Sunshine." Its the one thing that has stayed ours throughout the entire relationship and that song means more to me than you may ever know.
You've never failed to sweep me off my feet. Whether you're in a tank top and sweats, dressed up for prom, or even in your **** underwear you never fail to take my breath away.
What I'm trying to say is, I love you.
These past few years with you have been the best years of my life. I would never change it for anything. Even if it meant spending my life with David Tennant or Trey Songz, I would pick you every time.
It's going to be hard when you leave. I hope this letter brings you joy and love when we can't be together. I wish you the best of luck in college and with wrestling. I know you will excel in everything you do and I can't wait to hear from you soon.
I love you so much, Antavian. Thank you for spending my life with me, these have been the best few years. No matter what happens, you will always be my sunshine.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
**** this ********
I'm done
I quit
I give up
Your drunk as ****
Don't know your own name
Don't hear me talking to you
And after all this
You never said
"I'm sorry I lied to you"
I told you I'd try to forget it
No matter how much it hurts
To just hold it in
I still do for you
I'm done talking about it
Because all you do is say
I know
I know
I know
Then I find out
You trust him more than me
Yet you say
Your in love with me
Well you don't show it
No apology
No remorse
No regret
Nothing
I'm not leaving
But what if I did?
Any other guy would
Robert would
Trey would
Joey would
Everybody I ask
Say they would end it
Right then and there
Because if I lose you
I'll put a bullet in my head
I love you
But I don't see it from you
I want to marry you
Have kids with you
Spend the rest of my life with you
I love you
More than you will ever know
And I hope you do to
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
'tween the writhing
desiring and feeling staying
in this realm I see
your body next to mine
and feel
like going totally emphatically
wild
its only love
doing its thing singing from
true nature promoting her desires
turn the heats up
as a new flame erupts
your smile turns me upside down
inside out
pheromones fill this scene
scents
burn like incense on winds
of Basque romance basking in darkness
wild and wrong its so right
reflecting in the shadows
beauty within us as we look
in this mirror
see if you know me
I am Aquarian.
you are Desamor.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
For Trey
Remember the rabbits,
The ones that I saved,
The ones that I loved and fed and played-with,
The ones that were meant to die--
That would have died were it not for me?
I miss those rabbits.
They were my childhood.
And as the baby rabbits grew, I grew.
As they turned old, I became older.
And when they left the nest that I protected
I crossed the threshold from innocence to experience.
Remember the cat that crawled along the wall,
The cat you did not want,
The cat that had kittens,
Those kittens I had to protect
Because I was good and you were not?
I played with that cat, and I saved her kittens,
And when the cat died, and her kittens left
To crawl along their own lives,
I crossed the threshold from innocence to experience.
I did not become a man then, but I stopped being a child.
I existed in that liminal space where the child will decide what he wants,
Will choose how to make his voice heard
Through secret moves
And muted tones.
I decided that I could not watch the rabbits die,
That I could not chase the cat away,
So I did what I could to save them.
I found meaning in the little things that lived in the woods and in the shadows.
I climbed trees and jumped streams to find my way to them.
Because the big things that went to work and drove cars and bought groceries
Tried to tear me from my love and to pin me to emptiness—
An emptiness that was another’s dream,
An emptiness that hurt,
An emptiness that would transform me.
Now I am here, with no rabbit and no cat.
I only have my self and the human flesh that I have chosen to love,
My flesh and the flesh of others,
The flesh of friends and the flesh of intimates,
The flesh I hug, the flesh I kiss, the flesh I feel.
And I cannot do anything but protect that flesh
Because, long ago, I moved a nest to safety,
And, in so doing, crossed the threshold from innocence to experience.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Lily drove past tiny towns and big metropolises. She packed up what she could in her small car and left the rest behind, anything to get away from the life that she helplessly felt was eroding away into disaster.
Her dad was right. "Never fall for a guy who is more in love with himself than he is with you," was his advice to her as she was about to embark to Los Angles. A practical man from Iowa, who was most comfortable on the cornfields, Lily's dad was always her solid rock. She never felt she should compare her men in her life to her dad, but they fell far short in the comparison that she never tried to use as her measuring stick. Nothing phony or pretentious about him in his daughter's eyes, Mack was the real deal of what a man should be.
Now her husband, Trey, was just the opposite. He was the lead singer of a local band, and his magnetic attraction towards women was certainly not uncommon among musicians. They fell for him like he was the Pied Piper—for he was viewed as a lady killer—and he willingly obliged more than once to any adoring female fan. Lily couldn't put up with it anymore, and so she was heading home. Two years since she saw her dad, he was surely there to welcome her back with open arms. He told her she always had a place in his home. Her old yellow lab, Buster, was waiting for her, too.
Lily drove past mountains and valleys, twists and turns, drove by wheat fields and wildflowers. They were the breadcrumbs that paved a way to the cornfields and sleepy, little towns that were all so familiar to her. Once she got there, she'd give her dear dad a huge bear hug, receive dozens of sloppy kisses from her dog, greet an old friend or two, and take a nice good bubble bath—anything to clear her mind and soothe her soul.
So it was Iowa, once again, that she would make as her home. From there, who knew? All she knew is that she was well on her way.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
A man don't usually cry
And if he does its always pain that strikes inside,wonder why?
Its the lies and betrays
**** "woman lie"
Its the love that is less,What a waste of time
Trey Songs's "Pretty girls lie"
Fake smile,long nails too
***** aint tight like before
I'm starting to hate her "I love you too"
All my wishes never come true
They don't even sell them at the grocery store
Like johny walker I kept walking
I'll put a table next to the mountain
And sit all by self,time to party.
A toast..To the single souls
I'm taking up the Deuce!
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
worked tonight. saw my friend trey.
he talked about you, i feel like hell.
apparently you'd been working as well.
he said he knew we dated,
but he didn't know you broke my heart.
i guess when talking about me, you forgot that part.
it's been awhile.
a year? or two?
since the last time when i thought of you.
it's fine, i told myself this time.
it doesn't matter what you think.
but i gave everything i was, and still you let me sink.
you cheated on me years ago.
it seems i haven't mended.
tonight i have gratitude, it ended when it ended.
for when you broke up with me,
yeah i fell apart.
but a few months after that, i got a brand new start.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
accursed creepily haunting
phantasmagoria wraiths
vandalize residents psyches
within their sleep induced state
sublimation shunts
slumbering souls
unknowingly held hostage
successfully sacrificing
semi-smothered silent species
snoring simians steadfastly succumb
subsequent sibilant sounds
woo woebegone wicked transmogrification
dilapidated divested bodies deposited
wizard waves wand
watching whirling wretched lovely bones
whipsawing (in toto) within abyss
whooshing whistling wheezing
whets warlocks appetite wakening
brutish nasty nightmare
sinister hulking spirits
steal assorted corporeal essence
monstrous mashing somnambulant
mephistophelian shadowy satanic satyrs
supremely swallow senior citizen bankers
deep within catacombs
of Highland Manor,
deadened defeated Delphic Oracle
relegates human husks,
viz spent embodiments
to the under world lay siege
sinisterly seeding, via sinister spirits
one pure evil particularly wicked
witch thy capering
sickening ghastly plot against
unsuspecting spouse snatched
parch trey gnarled warty claws.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
Terrific artist
Responsible human
Enteractive play mate
Young character
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
There once
Was a dog
Named Benji
He'd never
Run out
Of energy
Until this one day
He found a friend to play
What could I say
He's a skunk named Trey
Now these two
Had so
Much fun
Together
They'd
Run and run
Until Trey let one rip
Poor Benji took a slip
Down Benji went for a kip
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
The man at the gas station
Regarded me suspiciously
When I asked if he was 24/7
*im not loitering I just don't know
Where else to go*
And he brings two milk crates from the
Back and stacks them in the corner
Between the case of donuts and
Oreos
Cautiously mops the tile and
Asks if I want something to drink--
I must look positively pathetic and demure
Dressed in all my flowers and points
Dusty jeans and soft black hair
Girls like me don't do this, I think.
If I am a girl like me, if this isn't what
Girls like that do, I wouldn't know
I've lost and found a lot of that lately
Off and on strong, on and on weak
trey is yelling at me from the backseat
but I've tuned him out, his tan hands
are chalky and skinny, I've stopped with
specifics, with millennial lingo, I tell him
if you don't
shut up I'll
pop you one
girls like me
i guess.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC